You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The white porcelain bowl rested steadily on the cork heat-resistant mat on the dining table.

It made a dull, soft sound.

Chen Yuan grabbed a napkin from the side and slowly wiped away the last bit of moisture from the corner of his lips.

He stood up and ruffled Shen Wanzhou's fluffy hair twice with his large hands.

With that refreshing scent of soap lingering in her mind, she turned and walked towards the bulletproof SUV waiting outside the manor.

Shen Wanzhou held the empty bowl in both hands, the blush on her cheeks still lingering.

Peach Blossom's eyes were filled with unwavering adoration.

She knew that the man was referring to "small business".

For that ruthless shopping mall outside, it's a cutthroat business.

It was absolutely a cataclysmic tsunami.

Half an hour later.

The Star Venture Capital Building has three underground floors.

Geek Core Lab.

There is not a single window here.

The entire 2,000-square-meter space was illuminated as brightly as day by blue and white fluorescent lights.

The air was filled with the faint smell of ozone emitted by the high-density liquid-cooled servers.

At the center is a giant circular control console that resembles a honeycomb.

Xiao Liu was wearing that blue and white junior high school uniform.

The schoolbag was carelessly tossed on the floor.

He wore a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

My ten fingers were almost blurry on the mechanical keyboard.

The clicking sound of keyboard switches colliding echoed like a dense downpour in the empty laboratory.

"Boss, the underlying logic of the 'ghost base station' has been completely stripped away."

"The quantum entangled neuron channel has been connected."

Xiao Liu stared at the waterfall of code pouring down on the six curved screens in front of him.

His voice was hoarse and fervent, typical of a teenager going through puberty.

"Holographic interaction algorithm, locked."

Chen Yuan strode into the core area of ​​the control panel.

A slight chill wafted from the hem of the black trench coat.

He stood behind Xiao Liu, his dark eyes sweeping over the green progress bar on the screen that indicated 100% loading was complete.

"Connect to global live streaming."

Chen Yuan's voice was perfectly steady, without the slightest fluctuation.

It's like just snapping a weed in the backyard.

Wang Kai stood to the side, holding a tablet computer in his hand.

The fat on his chubby face was trembling uncontrollably.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, landing on his suit and tie.

He swallowed hard.

"Brother Yuan, dozens of tech media outlets from Wall Street, Silicon Valley, and Tokyo."

"The live stream sources have already been switched in."

"The number of viewers worldwide has surpassed 100 million."

This moment.

The eyes of the world's tech giants were all forcibly focused on this little-known Chinese laboratory.

They are all waiting.

We'll wait and see what news Xingchenfeng releases—whether it's a groundbreaking innovation or just a sensationalist scam.

Chen Yuan walked to the open space directly in front of the control panel.

The high-definition camera overhead lit up with a red indicator light.

"start."

He uttered two words calmly.

There were no lengthy or tedious opening remarks.

There were no PowerPoint presentations like those that Silicon Valley bigwigs love to use.

Chen Yuan extended his right hand, his well-defined fingers gently pinching the air.

Om-!

A low-frequency vibration came from the hidden speakers all around.

Followed by.

A tiny chip emitting a faint blue light floated up above Chen Yuan's palm.

No VR headset was worn.

There was no external reflective screen used.

The internal structure of that chip is presented in a naked-eye 3D format.

It was magnified in front of the live broadcast camera with crystal clarity.

Nanoscale transistor lines and the weak energy flow of photon transitions.

It is so lifelike that even the refraction of light and shadow defies the common sense of traditional optics.

The barrage of comments in the global live stream at this very moment.

There was a complete blank for ten seconds.

Like an invisible electric current, it instantly jammed the keyboards of hundreds of millions of people.

Chen Yuan made a slight swirl of his finger in mid-air.

The holographic projection chip disintegrated instantly.

They transformed into countless glowing code characters, rearranging and recombining in the air.

It has been transformed into a lifelike model of the Earth.

"Starry Sky Generation Chip".

Chen Yuan's cold and stern face exuded a godlike aura amidst the interplay of blue light and shadow.

"Completely abandoning silicon-based architecture, adopting the neural resonance technology of dark web ghost base stations."

"Achieving zero-latency naked-eye holographic interaction without the need for a screen."

"Its computing power is currently the most powerful among chips on the market..."

He paused, his deep eyes looking directly at the camera.

"A thousand times."

boom!

These three words.

It was like a nuclear bomb with a yield of ten million tons, which was detonated directly in the very center of the global technology circle.

The circular conference room on the top floor of Apple's headquarters in Silicon Valley.

A dozen or so white board members who control the lifeline of the global smart device industry.

They were sitting around a long table, staring intently at the live stream screen on the wall.

His previously nonchalant expression shattered completely.

The wine glass held by the current CEO.

The moment I heard "a thousand times" and saw the naked-eye holographic Earth.

It tilted suddenly.

Scarlet Bordeaux wine spilled onto a snow-white, bespoke shirt.

He seemed oblivious to the stickiness, his eyes bulging outwards, his eyeballs covered with terrifying red blood vessels.

"Fake! This is absolutely Hollywood-level CG effects!"

A bearded director suddenly stood up, slammed his hands on the table, and roared.

"Current optical technology simply cannot achieve photon retention without a medium!"

"These Chinese people are fabricating evidence!"

However, his roar had not yet subsided.

The dozen or so internal private phones on the conference table started ringing like a death knell.

The shrill ringing of bells mingled together.

The chief technology officer grabbed the phone.

After only two seconds, the white man's face instantly lost all color.

It was deathly white, like a thick layer of plaster had been applied to the wall.

"It's not special effects..."

The technician's hands trembled as if he were having a Parkinson's attack, and the microphone slammed onto the table with a clatter.

"The joint laboratory with MIT just sent back the spectral analysis report of the live broadcast."

"The photon refractive index is accurate... there are no pixel rendering artifacts whatsoever..."

"They...they really broke down the physical optics barrier."

These few sentences.

The air in the meeting room was removed.

All the Silicon Valley giants feel like someone has a noose around their necks.

His breathing became heavy and short.

If this technology is real.

The smartphones, tablets, and VR headsets they were so proud of.

Even the newly developed next-generation silicon-based chips.

Overnight, they will all become industrial waste swept into the dustbin of history.

Ding dong.

The giant stock market monitor hanging on the side of the conference room emitted a crisp alarm.

This was accompanied by the alarm.

A stock chart representing the world's top ten technology giants.

It's like a roller coaster that's lost its power.

It crashed straight down into the abyss at the very bottom in a tragic manner.

The green decline line has stretched to a dizzying degree.

"Sell-off! Those Wall Street financial predators are frantically dumping our stock!"

The CFO stared at the screen, desperately loosening his tie.

"The market capitalization... has evaporated by 300 billion US dollars!"

This all happened within five minutes of a press conference.

This is no longer a matter of business competition.

This is a one-sided massacre of traditional technological hegemony.

The Chinese man standing in the blue light.

In just a few minutes, they crushed the technological Great Wall they had built up over decades.

The CEO slumped into his chair.

His chest heaved violently, and his breathing was rapid, like a bellows.

He stared intently at Chen Yuan's extremely cold face on the screen.

That look was as if he were looking at a pile of scrap metal that was about to be discarded.

There was no emotional fluctuation.

Fear, anxiety, and a frenzied greed for this groundbreaking technology.

It gnawed at his nerves like a venomous snake.

He slammed the glass containing the remaining wine onto the conference table.

Crack!

The crystal glass shattered, and shards flew everywhere.

It scratched the paint on the solid wood tabletop.

The CEO of a Silicon Valley tech giant smashed his wine glass and roared at his assistant, "Get me a private jet ready immediately! I'm going to China to see this Chen Yuan in person!"